Chapter 85 Kashton #2
She gives me a chilling smile before looking at her brother. “That’s…a surprise.”
With that, she walks past me and out of their room. I smile, following after her, knowing my girl is going to fuck Evan up, and I can’t wait to see how she does it.
Entering my room, I close the door and watch her sit on the end of the bed. Her head is down, and she stares at the floor.
Sitting next to her, I take Eve’s hand in mine. “If you’re not ready—”
“I need to tell you something.” She looks up at me, and her green eyes are swimming with unshed tears. “You’re…” They drop to the floor before they return to mine and she whispers. “You’re going to hate me.”
I laugh to try and lighten the mood. “That’s impossible, angel.”
Licking her lips, she pulls her hand from mine. “You know how I told you I had an imaginary friend?”
“Yeah.”
“It had to of been my sister, right?” She frowns. “She looked like me but not like me.” Getting to her feet, she starts to pace. “She was what I wanted to look like. She wasn’t malnourished or covered in bruises. She was beautiful—”
“You are beautiful, Eve.” I stand, grabbing her hand, bringing her to a stop.
She pulls it from mine once more and crosses them over her chest. “You don’t understand.”
“I’m trying to,” I admit, confused about where she’s going.
“I told her everything, Kash. I thought…I thought I made her up. My father and LeAnne made me think I was seeing things. The girl came and went, and no one even looked her way, let alone spoke to her.”
I sigh. It was their plan all along. They set Eve up. Who was she going to tell? No one. Garrett never let her leave Carnage.
“I’m the reason Isabella tortured you the way she did during your training.” Her eyes fill with fresh tears.
I frown. “What? No, Eve…”
“Yes.” She sniffs. “I was down in the basement that night your father found you. I was…” She swallows.
“I was in my cell when your mother killed herself.” The first tear rolls down her cheek.
“The following week, my imaginary friend showed up, and I told her I was in trouble for playing in the basement.”
“Angel—”
“I told her everything, and she just sat there and listened. Don’t you see?” She cries. “Vivian must have told LeAnne, who then told Isabella. That’s why she threw you into the cell your mother was in. I did that…” She points to herself.
“Stop, Eve.” I reach out and grab her, pulling her flush with my body. “That was not your fault.”
“I’m so sorry.” She buries her face in my shirt.
Grabbing her face, I push her away so I can look her in the eyes.
“You are not responsible for their actions, Eve.” She was a child when my mother died.
I hate that she had to see that. But I will not let her blame herself.
My wife wants to take responsibility for everything when she had no control. None of this is her fault.
“But—”
“But nothing. Do you hear me? It was not your fault. Say it,” I command. “Tell me it’s not your fault, Eve.”
She sniffs. “It wasn’t…my fault.”
I pull her back into me, and she wraps her arms around my waist, clinging to me.
EVERETT
I stand in Kashton’s bathroom painting my lips with Rouge Louboutin. Stepping back, I look over myself. I’m treating tonight as if I’m going to my rage room. Fuck, I miss destroying shit.
It had become my therapy. Then I replaced it with sex, but Kashton still hasn’t fucked me. I get it. Devin hasn’t cleared me, and he’s afraid of hurting me. After seeing my identical twin dead in a casket, I realized exactly how hard it must have been for him.
But tonight, I get to be me. The girl who had no voice, no choice, no will to live. I take that back tonight.
Evan is the last person to stand in our way. No more shadows, no more nightmares, no more looking over our shoulders.
We get to move on with our life. Enjoy our marriage. Fight like cats and dogs about stupid shit and fuck like we hate one another, knowing damn well we love each other.
I have my hair off my face, pulled up into a high ponytail.
I didn’t want it to get in the way. I’ve got a black corset on that Charlotte had to cinch up for me since I couldn’t do it myself.
It’s a halter, so I don’t have to worry about my boobs falling out.
My pants are high-waisted black leather that lace up the sides.
And I topped it off with my platform boots.
I’m going to be getting bloody, so I went with all black. I walk through the bedroom and out the door. Getting in the elevator, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
“That’s a good dolly.”
It doesn’t matter what I do to Evan. I’ll always hear his voice and see his face. But this will help. I’ve told myself for years that I had healed—moved on. I was only lying to myself. The fact that I self-medicated with alcohol was the first sign.
The elevator dings, and I open my eyes to step out into the basement. For once the coldness doesn’t bother me.
Voices come to a stop when I push through the plastic curtains. Kashton turns to look at me and smiles. “Hello, angel.” He walks over to me and cups my face. I can see the hesitation in his eyes that he’s trying to hide. He’s nervous for me. “You ready?”
“Yes.” Every victim at Dollhouse deserves to do this. Make them pay for what they did to all the innocents.
“I brought your boxes down. They’re on the counter.” He nods over to the wall.
“Thank you,” I say, and he gives me a soft kiss on the forehead.
“Bring him in,” he calls out.
I walk over to the counter, and Sin leans up against it. He smiles at me while holding out his pocketknife. I thank him and slice open the boxes.
“Where do you want him, Eve?” Ryat asks.
“I’ll start with him on his knees. Hands cuffed behind his back,” I respond with a smile.
The sound of Evan struggling fills the room, and I don’t have to turn around to know he’s gagged. I’ll be removing that. The bastard will scream for me.
Grabbing what I want, I place it all out on a tray.
“You know…” Sin looks at what I’ve laid out. “I’m kind of an expert at piercing.” His eyes meet mine and he shrugs. “Just in case you want some help.”
I give a soft laugh and turn to face the room. Everyone is here. I wanted an audience. Evan allowed hundreds, possibly thousands to watch me get tortured on a live feed. They fucking paid to watch me beg for death.
So the more the merrier is my motto tonight. Slipping the black gloves over my hands, I grab what I want off the tray and stand in front of Evan. His narrow eyes glare up at me from his knees and I smile. My heart is racing but it’s with excitement.
Evan starts to struggle, and I look up at Sin. I could use a little help for this part. “Can you hold his head?”
“Of course.” He practically skips to stand behind Evan and wraps his arm around Evan’s neck from behind, forcing his head back. “Good enough?” he asks.
“Good enough,” I agree.
Then I place the clamp on his nose, and he flinches. I shove the needle through his septum, having to force it. I feel a pop, and Evan closes his eyes tightly. “That was harder than it looks,” I say. “But then again, I’m no expert. What do you think?”
Sin looks down at Evan’s bleeding nose and smiles. “Looks good to me.”
I remove the clamp and thread the piercing through the hole I just made. Stepping back, I turn to look at my husband. He’s leaning up against the opposite wall, arms crossed over his chest. His pretty blue eyes appear sad, but there’s a hint of a smile on his lips. He knows what I’m doing.
“Will you string him up for me?” I ask.
He pushes off the wall, stepping into me, and kisses my lips tenderly. “Of course, angel.”
I grab a few more things and toss over my shoulder, “Remove his gag, too, please.”
Seconds later, Evan spits out, “Fucking bitch.”
I laugh and place what I want on the tray, throwing the used items into the sink. I’ll pick that up later.
I return to Evan and begin to place his flaccid dick into its new home.
“What the fuck?” he shouts, trying to look and see what I’m doing, but Kashton connected the chain hanging from the ceiling to his new piercing. Just like Evan once did to me. “Eve,” he growls.
I throw my head back and laugh. Does he think he can scare me?
Make me stop? “The jailhouse chastity device,” I announce, sliding the cold metal ring and over his cock and balls to lay behind his scrotum.
It’s a tight fit, so I have to shove them through it.
Evan grunts and his hips thrust, trying to fight me, but he can’t move far unless he wants to rip his septum.
Then I slide his dick into the unforgiving metal before lifting the chastity device to connect it to the ring. I use the padlock to secure the two sections together at the top.
“I hope that’s not too uncomfortable. I went with the smallest size.” Not that I want Evan to think he has a big dick, but it came with three different sizes. I want it to be fucking painful.
“I think it fits well.” Sin nods, encouraging me.
I smile at him and then unscrew the lid to the eye drop bottle. Taking a quick look at my husband, he frowns when he sees what I have in my hands but doesn’t say anything. I was hoping it was down here, and as luck would have it, it was in the cabinet.
I hold the dropper upside down and squeeze the liquid onto Evan’s chest and stomach until there’s nothing left.
Then I take my glove-covered hands and rub it all over.
Stepping back, I remove the gloves. “Now we let that soak in. It should only take a few minutes.”
Evan’s body trembles even though he tries to look unaffected. I know the truth. The blood dripping from his nose and the way he pulls on the cuffs that secure his hands behind his back—he’s in pain.
“Look at that,” I say, staring at his dick. “It’s starting to grow. Like a garden.”
Fuck, revenge feels good. My body heats up more than it already was, and I can’t help the smile on my face. I feel giddy.
“It reminds me of a can of biscuits.” Sin observes Evan’s dick with a frown.
He’s not far off. “And what do you do with those?” I quiz him.
Sin looks at me and then at Ryat who shrugs.
“Anybody?” I ask, glancing around the room.
“Fuck you,” Evan spits out.
“Nobody?” I ignore him, and the guys shake their heads. I walk over to the counter and pick up the knife. “You pop them.”
Alex’s face goes white. Ryat pushes off the wall, and Haidyn runs a hand down his face, all of them realizing what I’m about to do. My husband just stares at me.
Fuck, he turns me on, and he’s just standing there.
His eyes drop to my chest before they meet mine, and I lick my lips.
Is it bad for me to want Kash to fuck me in front of Evan?
For my husband to play with me. Show Evan what a good dolly I am for Kash?
That I willingly want to be my husband’s toy?
“Seriously?” Colton speaks softly, getting my attention. I glance at him talking to Alex, who looks like he’s about to puke. “Keep it together, man.”
I step back in front of Evan, and he glares down his nose at me. “You will pay for this, you fucking bitch.”
I tilt my head to the side. “Pay? That’s why we’re here, Evan.
I’ve already paid my dues. For a year, you tortured me.
Punished me. Raped me. Now it’s your turn.
This is the first day of the rest of your life.
” I take the Olfa slimline knife and slice along the top metal rings, cutting through the protruding skin of his swollen dick.
His scream fills the basement, and I do the next. And the next. Then the next. Until I’ve made six horizontal cuts across his shaft that pushes through the rings.
Sin was right. It did look like a can of biscuits, but now it looks like an accordion that you want to squeeze together.
Blood drips from my hand and knife.
Evan pulls so hard, he rips his septum piercing out and falls to the floor. He scoots across the floor like a worm with nowhere to go while his screams continue.
My breathing is heavy and my skin tingles. “Fucking bastard.” I slam the heel of my boot onto his caged dick, and he bucks wildly. “Use your dick now, Evan. Hmm? Be a good dolly and beg me to come.”
I remove my boot and take a step back, needing to calm down. I’m wound up. I’m supposed to be levelheaded. Calculated. That’s how Evan was with me.
“I’m impressed with your creativity,” Sin compliments over Evan’s wailing.
I smile and say, “Thanks, but I can’t take all the credit.” My attention drops to Evan to see the bastard sobbing.
Tossing the knife into the kitchen sink, I put on a new pair of gloves and grab the last two things I need. Returning to Evan, I squat down next to him and pop open the lid and pour the salt over his sliced dog.
Evan bucks and screams, so I sit on his thighs to try and keep him down, but he’s wild. Sin helps me by holding his back down with a knee to his chest. “I know that stings like a bitch.” I smile. “Now I have to apply pressure to help stop the bleeding.”
I rip the end of the tape from the roll and start at the base before wrapping the VHB tape all the way down and around his bleeding and salt-covered dick.
I wrap it five times to make sure it won’t slide off from the blood. Reviews said this was the stickiest tape on the market. We’ll see if they were telling the truth.
Tossing the roll to the side, I stand and turn to leave. “Leave him like that.”
A hand touches my shoulder, and I jump, spinning around. “You’re okay,” Kashton assures me. His eyes search mine and I glance at the floor.
I’ve got to get out of here. I’m so hot I’m suffocating. I take off toward the stairs.